Believe me, I'm Still Sacred

Chapter 25. True love is only once

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"Ma, Raihan's a good guy and you know that, right? The late papa also really liked Raihan mas." Zahwa tries to change her mother's mind towards Raihan who since her marriage failed, becomes a nethink to the man.

"Mama knows Raihan is a good man, he is Sholeh, smart and loves you. But you won't be happy with her, because of her family."

Amayra's assumption of Raihan has become negative after seeing what the Raihan family is like. Surely Amayra did not want her son to be in a religious family but support the freedom of Zahwa, let alone know what Zahwa really like. She is a free person, there is no way that her child would want to be in a pesantren environment for the rest of her life to be the wife of an ustadz especially if there is a word polygamy in it later. Nah! Amayra did not want her daughter to feel hurt and hurt, due to her wrong choice.

"I don't care about his family, Ma. I just look at Raihan's people, because he's kind to me and I'm sure that he can make me happy, Ma. Zahwa knows mama is hurt with Raihan mas and his family, but Zahwa please be with mama.please give the opportunity to Raihan mas and his family." Zahwa's hand held her mother's hand, asking her mother for a chance for Raihan and his family.

"Zahwa. It's not good to love someone like this, mama's just afraid you're hurt. And speaking of opportunities, you will see how Raihan struggles, then you will think." explained Amayra firmly, this time she saw a smile implied on her daughter's lips. "If he loves you, he will fight for you. And mama will wait for him to come back to this house to propose to you, if he can't.then don't expect mama to accept him."

"Alhamdulillah, thank you Ma! Thank you mom for giving me a chance and for sure Raihan will fight for me, Ma." Zahwa hugged his mother with great relief.

"Mama please be right" said Amayra unsure.

The girl looked up at her mother's face with a glare. "Ma, please believe in Zahwa's choice, huh?"

"Dad." answered Amayra lazily.

I'm sorry Zahwa, but I don't believe your choice is the same. Mama knows Raihan is good but his family won't accept you.

"Mama is the best!" Zahwa kissed her mother's cheek in a fit of rage.

After talking to her daughter, Amayra returned to her room. The quiet room was quiet without the presence of Satria next to him again.Amayra was sometimes upset in the historic room, the room where she and her husband were together. Sharing likes, laughter, mutual confidences. Now in that room there was only him.

Shortness of heart sometimes, considering Satria Alvian Calabria. A prince who was a helper in his life. A faithful and loving husband, but unfortunately God called him first. He looked at the photo on the wall of the room with a sad look, the photo was a wedding photo.

"Mas.i miss you.." - Amayra smiled, looking at her husband's picture.

Dreet..

Dreet..

Suddenly his phone shook on the nightstand and broke his daydream. He took his cell phone, wondering who called him these nights.

"Sir Arga? What's the matter tonight that he called me?"

Amayra picked up the phone from Arga, a principal at the school where Amayra was teaching. Arga is a virgin, but she is already 38 years old, 2 years younger than Amayra who is currently four years old.

"Assalamualaikum, Ms. Amayra." there was a voice of a man from across the street.

"Waalaikumsalam pak Arga's. I'm sorry, sir, what's going on with you calling me at this time?" amayra asked in surprise, she felt that there might be something important so Arga called her at this hour.

"Eungh, Ms. Amayra..tomorrow can't Ms. Amayra go to school?'"

"Sorry sir, tomorrow is Sunday? Did I forget the day?"

"No Ma'am! It's true tomorrow is Sunday, ma-I mean I.be-tomorrow."

Hearing Arga's stuttering voice made Amayra confused. "Sir! Father why? Is your father sick?" ask Amayra worriedly.

"That's not it. I'm not sick. B-but tomorrow at school there will be a show liwetan bu. Liwetan. Amayra's mom is coming, right?"

"Liwetan huh? Insha Allah sir, if other teachers come with me will also try to come along.but-why is there no notification in the group if there is a Liwetan event?"

"I-that's because I just wanted to announce it as a person, and this show is in order to take a break from finishing school exams. Third-graders will also come to school."

"Yes ma'am, I have to go with ya.because if you don't join the show is off."

"Astagfirullah, why cancel because of me sir?"

"If there is no mother, then the food is not good. A-let alone children love the same mother and deket the same mother."

"Oh that's it, sir. God willing, I will do it, sir" he replied kindly

"Thank you, Amayra, I look forward to her arrival. Ah I mean the same teachers the children are waiting for the presence of the mother,"

"Dad sir,"

"Oh yeah, it's late. Sorry for interrupting mom's time by calling at this hour," said Arga not good for calling at this hour.

"It's okay sir, it's because I haven't replied to you." Amayra felt guilty because some of the messages from the headmaster had not been returned, because from earlier he did not see his cellphone.

"It's okay Mom, I called because I-ah is over. I've had a good rest, yes, assalamualaikum" Arga said, ending their conversation.

"Waalaikumsalam sir."

After hanging up the phone, Arga who was in his room looked happy. "O Allah, my heart is still in doubt. Hearing Amayra's soft voice made my heart happy. Miss Amayra Alifya Husna, can I get your heart?" Arga looked at the photos of Amayra and other teachers in her mobile gallery. A photo of Amayra on the magnified there, it looks that the woman still looks beautiful by wearing a dusty color hijab.

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As usual Amayra always ablution before going to bed. Then she lay on the bed, imagining her husband at her side.

"Mas.i miss you." whispered Amayra before closing her eyes.

After Satria's death, Amayra had no thought of remarrying. For him to live only once, to die once and love only comes once. Moreover, true and sincere love, Amayra's heart is only for a Satria.

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At the hospital, Ustadz Arifin was taken to the ER room. His condition was critical because of the heart disease he suffered. Raihan, Iqbal, Salimah and Umi Annisa, his mother Salimah his second wife Iqbal were there as well. He had just returned from out of town after going to visit his family.

"How did this happen, Abi? Why did Abah get to the hospital? Isn't that okay?" annisa asked Iqbal, her husband. The woman is still beautiful at the age of 40 years, she is the same age as Amayra. With the appearance of a long menjutai hijab, has a beautiful face and sharp eyes.

"So Abah was horrified Raihan's brother wanted to marry Zahwa, continued to be forced.so Deh Abah had a heart attack again." Salimah answered her mother's question, with a heavy sigh.

Annisa approached Raihan, she patted him on the shoulder. "Son, remember that parental blessing is very influential on a marriage relationship. Without the blessing of your parents, your marriage will not be a blessing. You better listen to your brother and Abi." Annisa's advice to her stepson.

"Permy... Raihan knows it, but Raihan-"

THE CHUCKLES!

The door of the ER room was open, to make Raihan speech stop. Everyone who was there looked towards a man in a black suit with a stethoscope around his neck.

"Doctor, how's my Abah doing?" ask Iqbal worriedly.

"Mr. Arifin's condition is very unstable" replied the Doctor. "His heart couldn't last much longer" he continued, which left everyone dumbfounded to hear.

Raihan felt guilty hearing the doctor's explanation of his unstable, critical condition. But when Arifin's condition is critical, the doctor tells them that Arifin wants to meet with Raihan, Iqbal, Burhan and Zainab.

The four of them had now gathered in Arifin's ward. Zainab and Raihan looked tense, what would Arifin want to say to them?

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